Diamonds In Disguise

So I just spent an enchanting week in Paris. Shying away from tourist routes, me and Connie purposely got lost along cobbled streets where I was forced to hiccup over my French accent. We made some friends who took us on a star lit adventure around the city at night, where an accordion would soundtrack the metro, and the grass bank of Bastille's river would serve as the social ground to people watch and have a carton of wine. Fashion wise, I noticed such a stark change in 'crispness' more than anything. The taste might not be to my palette, but I really admired the Frenchman's attention to looking sharp no matter what the eventual look was. Older men would rock the blazer and shorts combo, and the Paris punks from the clubs had carefully executed bling attached to their aura. Attempting to mingle with the local style, I found myself wearing tailored shorts on a daily basis, alongside simple chic shirts, and the all important sunglasses. Nothing compares to the chunky vintage modern mash up of a pair of ray ban shades, and my recent pair was my finest fashion friend in the blitzing sun. I found myself wearing them in the markets, when lazing in the parks, and for the all important entrances to bars at night! I've also included pictures from the recent Roark lookbook which totally addresses the Paris fashion I came across. Don't forget to also enter the blazer giveaway competition in my previous post!